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Always When Away

I presume everyone else in the world has this problem. I guess I kind of need to believe it, if only to keep my own head sane. And it’s this – that everyone gets brilliant ideas, and forgets the second they’re anywhere near a recording device. I tried tromping this buy ‘borrowing’ my father-in-law’s voice recorder (never used, presumably buried in my backpack), by having small notepads (that are never in the bathroom or kitchen), and all sorts of things. Why, I had half a post for her written when I was doing dishes… but now, I can’t remember anything about it. Much like dreams, our thoughts are ephemeral, cruelly wafting and dissipating the second we try to tie them down – sigh!

I suspect my thoughts were on parenting, as that’s starting to be the turn my blog is taking. I don’t mind, per se – my kid is incredibly important to me, and I think the institute of parenthood is something that most people have very strong thoughts on. Today, I shall not see my child until nearly her bedtime; work things mean that it’s easier to leave her with my in-laws until then. While I’m grateful for the space that I have (I’m sure I’ve posted several times about how nice Mondays are for getting my house sorted), I definitely miss the little one during her hours away. Not enough to offer to take her up here – I do not envy my stay at home friends trying to juggle household chores and demandytots! But I guess, in some ways, I miss her a bit more right now ’cause she’s getting right snuggly finally, and I love a good tinycuddle. I’m sure that it’s all an evil trick to steal things off of my desk, but it’s hard to resist.

As I don’t have anything else particular on my mind today, why don’t you join me at giggling at another’s misfortune? If only for the fact it was a minor inconvenience and nobody was hurt, though I do tend to roll my eyes at overshowy concerts…

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Since I always have my cell phone in my pocket or sitting near me if at home, I will send myself text messages constantly. It’s usually something I want to remember to tell Brad when I talk to him next. Or I’ll just send Brad the text outright so he often gets texts like today’s that said “Frontalot. Bottles. SuperZoo.” So I could remember to tell him about those three different items. So yeah… you definitely aren’t the only one.

Wait, I’m expected to actually complete my chores while tending to baby? Hahahaha. I don’t know how women do it. They tell me it will get easier when he gets older but I don’t understand how. Once he’s sleeping less and moving about the house more, I don’t understand how it will be easier for me to vacuum/do laundry/wash dishes. My goal in life is to be a proper stay-at-home mom and wife. So far I fail miserably. I’ve kept the kid alive thusfar but I can’t cook very well and I don’t ever seem to find time to clean properly.

While rereading for glaring spelling/grammar issues I realize that my sentence structure definitely leaves something to be desired. I’ll blame it on the fact that it’s 2:30am here right now. 😉

Oh god, we barely try during the week. *laughs* Or to say, I zone out and Neil rocks the house, at least as far as dishes are concerned. But vacuuming? Dusting? Pfft, I don’t live in a museum; as long as the carpet is defurred/haired once a month or so, I can generally keep sane. Really, as long as there’s not a huge trial of Lego everywhere to trip over… ;D